I watch his eyes roll as my internal muscles milk him violently.
He roars when he follows me over the edge, his release pumping into the condom.
The water churns around us, his thrusts turning jagged as he empties himself, and his guttural groans echo off the tiles.
We collapse against the tub edge, his forehead pressed to mine, both gasping like we’ve surfaced from drowning.
I can still feel him twitching inside me when he rasps, “Told you you could.”
“Okay,” I finally manage. “That was... educational.”
He laughs, and the sound reverberates through his chest into mine. “Educational?”
“I learned things about my cardiovascular capacity.” I lift my head to look at him. “Specifically, that it’s better than I thought.”
“Always with the science metaphors.” But he’s grinning, looking younger and less troubled than I’ve ever seen him.
The water is cooling now, and he helps me stand on shaky legs in the small tub, both of us being careful not to slip. “Come here. I’m not done with you yet.”
Not done?
What more could possibly--
We step out of the tub and onto the bath rug. The unheated air feels cold, but I have no time to notice, because he promptly bends me over the vanity, positioning me so I’m facing the fogged mirror. I have to rest my palms flat on the glass so I don’t fall over.
He disposes of the condom, and fetches a new one from his jeans.
Definitely an infinite supply in there.
After he slides it on, he positions himself behind me.
Before I can brace, he slams into me. A single brutal stroke that steals my breath.
I cry out at the sudden stretch, my palms squeaking against fogged glass.
His hand fists gently in my wet hair, tilting my head up. “Watch,” he commands.
Through the steam, our reflection is a carnal blur... his powerful back flexing with every thrust, my breasts swaying beneath me, water sluicing down his thighs to pool at our feet.
The angle is devastating. He’s hitting some deep, untouched place that makes me see sparks with each snap of his hips.
His free hand slides between my legs, his fingers finding my throbbing clit, and oh god, there’s no way I can cum again, it’s not physically possible--
Except apparently it is.
The dual assault is unbearable. Full-body tremors wrack me as he pounds that exquisite spot again and again.
The mirror fogs further from my panting breaths as he demands, “Who do you belong to?”
“I’m yours!” I gasp.
My third shattering climax hits like lightning. A raw scream tears from my throat as I convulse around him.
In the misted glass, I watch my back arch obscenely, his free hand anchoring my hip as he drives into my spasming pussy.
“That’s it,” he grunts, “take me all in.”
I feel him shake as his second release floods the condom, before he collapses over me, and we shudder together against the trembling vanity.
